My Son's Best Friend

All characters are 18+

Part 1 of 2 (maybe 3).

"Hey Mr. J" Matty chirped, walking by the living room, "is Tyler upstairs?"

"You see him more than I do, Matty" I smiled, "you tell me!"

The eighteen-year-old grinned and set off up the stairs. The young man was as good as my second son. He and Tyler had been friends since middle school, and he'd spent many a night under this roof. He was a good kid however, so I wasn't particularly upset when he began strolling straight through the house, unannounced.

I listened as the two of them joked around in the bedroom upstairs, and then silence fell. They'd spend the entire night playing computer games no doubt, until good old dad was called to order in the pizza. There were plenty of worse things that my son and his best friend could be doing, so pizza and gaming was quite alright with me.

The documentary that was on was making me drowsy, or so I liked to tell myself, because it certainly wasn't the beer... I sat there and allowed my mind to wander as I sipped from the can.

I was Tyler's age when I met his mom. It had been a whirlwind few years, and every day I missed her a bit more than I did the previous day. Life had been cruel, but at least I had my boy.

When the two teens appeared sheepishly in the doorway, I'd already listened to them bicker back and forth about which one of them would ask me to order the food. It had become something of a tradition, I'd already ordered their pizza with pepperoni and chicken on one side, and sausage and ham on the other, but I allowed them to continue until Matty was shoved forth.

"Um... Mr. J?"

"Yes, Matty?" I asked, without looking at him.

"Um... Tyler has something he wants to ask you", he laughed and shoved my son further into the room.

The two of them began to wrestle and I rolled my eyes with a grin.

"You're like two kids" I scoffed, just as the doorbell rang.

It happened every single week, and yet both of them always acted surprised. As they thanked me and hurried back up the stairs with their food, I smiled to myself. I was proud of Tyler, but I was equally as proud of Matty.

When I woke up, I did so to the cold rush of liquid spilling across the crotch of my jeans.

"Fuck!" I hissed, picking the half empty beer can off myself and standing up.

I had a habit of falling asleep on the damn chair, but I usually didn't spill cans of beer over myself. I squirmed at the feeling of the beer which had soaked into my underwear, and checked the clock. It was nearly one in the morning, the boys would be long asleep by now.

In the kitchen I stripped out of the wet jeans and threw them into the laundry. I'd throw them in the wash tomorrow, but now it was time for bed. It had been a long day, and we had another long one tomorrow. Tyler and Matty had a competition, and they'd been looking forward to it for weeks. I turned around to leave, and froze.

"Matty" I said, feeling somewhat exposed as I stood there in my wet boxer shorts, "shouldn't you be in bed?"

"I couldn't sleep, Mr. J" he said, and I couldn't help but scan his mostly naked body.

Just like Tyler, Matty was a very active young man. The two of them were swimmers, so whilst they weren't thick with muscle, their bodies were lean and smooth.

"Right" I nodded, "well, I certainly can, I'll see you in the morning".

"Did you piss your pants or something?" He laughed.

"I spilled some beer" I told him, staring into his large blue eyes, "fell asleep in the living room".

"Do you need some help cleaning up?" Matty asked, stretching his body and yawning.

"No thanks" I smiled, "I think I'm good".

The young man's eyes remained on my crotch, which was making me increasingly uncomfortable. I'd known the boy for years, and even standing here with both of us in our underwear, felt somewhat inappropriate.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Matty" I said again, and walked toward the door, but Matty didn't move.

"You can't go to bed wet, Mr. J" he smiled, "let me help".

Matty walked over to the sink, and against my better judgement, my eyes followed his plump bottom. I shook my head as he wet a cloth and returned to me.

"Thanks" I nodded, holding out my hand, but Matty crouched down and I gripped the kitchen counter behind me as he pressed the damp cloth against my junk.

"Um... I... I think I've got it, Matty" I gulped, but the young man continued to rub the cloth across my crotch.

"It's no problem, Mr. J" he smiled up at me, flicking his blond hair to the side and showing his brilliant white teeth, he was indeed a very handsome guy, but this was wrong.

I stood there awkwardly, doing my best to believe that my son's best friend was simply trying to help, but when I felt his fingers on the outside of my bulge, I stepped to the side.

"I think it's time for bed" I said sternly, and Matty stood up.

"Oh yeah" he nodded, "sorry".

I felt a punch of guilt as the underwear clad boy put the cloth away and stood there aimlessly, his cheeks turning red.

"I appreciate the help, Matty" I told him, "but I just don't think it's appropriate".

He nodded and I walked toward the door.

"I won't tell him, you know?" He whispered, and I turned back to him.

His hand trailed his thigh, pulling the tight band of his white underwear up slowly, revealing more and more of his smooth, soft skin, getting closer and closer to...

"Goodnight, Matty".